London is a cesspool of the “supernatural” as if the entire fae realm and all those surrounding decided that the city was perfect for their own devices. It sat very near one of the largest gates to the fae realm. It didn’t help that corruption and chaos ran rampant through the streets, attracting the otherkin like moths to a flame. The whole of the world had been changed. Innocence became an antiquated term for the masses, those who still treasured the attribute isolated in hidden alcoves of the world. Far away from the desecrated grounds of London. It had been five years since the gates had opened and the world had shifted, slowly falling into madness. Five years and Adrienne knew that she had played a role in these events.
The entire month of March had been wiped from her mind. Not a single image would drift past her eyes. Not a single memory of any sort came from that time. Her only recollection at all was when she ‘awoke’ on the last day of the month, a mere moment before the first of April, covered in blood. Dried, crusted and a rusted brown, it had entirely ruined the elegant dress she had been wearing. No bodies, however, none that she could find, at least. Just blood and the heavy emptiness in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t quite name. The night was quickly pushed to the back of her memory as she went on as if everything was normal. Which, of course, it wasn’t. Not anymore.